A/N: Oh my gosh, thank you to everyone that favorited/reviewed this! It seriously means so much and you're all wonderful. I wasn't expecting to get 40 follows in like 4 days. That's crazy. So thank you again! I was gonna put this chapter up yesterday but got busy with homework, so sorry about that! But here is the first official chapter! Enjoy!

Emma's head was throbbing and her vision was blurry when she woke up. She took in the unfamiliar smell of the room she was in and suddenly everything hit her like a freight train.

This wasn't her bed.

This wasn't her room.

In a panic she sat up and hit her head on the low hanging ceiling above the bed. "Shit," she swore under her breath. A quiet laugh from the corner of the room caused her head to turn abruptly toward the sound of the noise. A leather-clad man sat in one of the chairs in the room, the dark lighting making it hard for her to see who he was or what he looked like. The man stood up and made his way to the bed. As he entered the light, Emma caught sight of the same metal hook she saw before blacking out. "Who the hell are you?" she questioned as the man smirked.

"Killian Jones," he answered, Emma taking note of his thick accent. "But some people like to refer to me by my more interesting moniker, Hook," he said while indicating to the hook that sat in place of his left hand. She took in his appearance, slightly surprised at what she saw. He wore all black for his attire, including a knee length coat that draped over his leather pants. Emma noticed not only that he appeared to be somewhat close to her age, but that he was painfully good looking.

"Where the fuck am I?!" she nearly screamed. His eyes widened in surprised and he chuckled.

"You're on my ship, love."

"Your ship?" Suddenly everything clicked. "Wait. You're a… pirate?"

"Captain," he responded proudly causing her to roll her eyes. "Now, you haven't told me your name, princess."

She opened her mouth to tell him and then angrily crossed her arms across her chest. "Yeah and I don't have to."

"Well if you would rather me just call you princess, I'm fine with that."

Emma's eyes narrowed at him as a sigh escaped her lips. If there was one thing she hated in this world, it was pet names. "Emma. My names Emma," she replied, getting a gut feeling that he wasn't about to stop with the trivial nicknames. "You seriously have to take me home."

Hook laughed and slowly moved closer to the bed, his good hand lightly brushing over her cheek. "That's not going to happen, Emma." He made sure to add extra emphasis to her name as it dripped from his lips. His voice was low and as much as she hated to admit it, it sent chills down her spine.

"Well then," she said, slowly grabbing the sheets in her hand, "I guess I'll just have to get home myself." She shoved him back roughly and threw the sheets off her body while lunging for the door. To her surprised, Hook's arm suddenly wrapped tightly around her body and pulled her back. "Not so fast love," he growled, throwing her back down on the bed. She attempted to get past him again, but he grabbed her and this time pulled her tight against his chest. "Darling, if you wanted to be close to me all you had to do was ask," he said while raising an eyebrow at her and smirking. She shoved herself free and sat on the bed, defeated, with a huff of annoyance leaving her lips.

"Now here's how this works," Hook began. "You, mi'lady, are going to stay aboard this wonderful vessel until your lovely family sends out a search party for you. Once that happens, we'll tell them that you are on this ship and that the only way to get you back is to pay the price we ask for. Savy?" He leaned close to her, his breath hot against her neck. "Plus I could use the company of a woman," he said while placing his hand on her thigh before slowly beginning to move it forward. Emma slapped his hand away and he pulled back, still smiling. "You're quite feisty, aren't you lass?"

She held his gaze and raised an eyebrow at him. "I can if I want to be." Hook took his good hand and ran it softly through her hair, his lips curling into a tight smile.

"Well then it's a good thing for you that I like that."

Emma rolled her eyes and glanced away from him quickly. "Listen, I just want to go home-"

"You will. Eventually. But until then, you should make the most of your time aboard. We'll be sailing through the night-"

"Where are we going!?"

"Nowhere in particular. We're pirates love; sometimes we just sail for the hell of it." Hook grabbed a rope off of the table and caught her eyes with his. "Now, since you seem to be prone to running away, you've left me no choice but to have to tie you up." A smirk spread across his face as he grabbed her wrist and tied it to the bed. Emma began trying to free herself with her other hand but he quickly tied it to the other bed post. She was a mix of terrified and impressed that he could somehow tie her up with only one free hand. He slowly backed up and watched as she tried to free her hands, to no avail.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she questioned when she caught him nearly gleaming from watching her struggle.

"Well, it's not every day that I have such royalty in my bed. Especially not in such a compromising state." A grin spread across his face as he stepped towards her and sat on the edge of the bed. "Now tell me something love, why was someone of your status walking about the enchanted forest alone?"

She sighed and sat up best she could in the bed. "I-" she stopped and thought about what she was going to say. No way was she going to tell him the truth. That she wanted an escape from the kingdom and the life she was being forced into. That would just give him more leverage over her. "I just wanted to see what was out there… clear my head. Why?"

"Curious. Didn't people tell you to never walk alone in the woods? You never know what you might run into," he raised an eyebrow at her and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What, like an overconfident pirate that has to fluff his ego every time he speaks? I don't think I have anything to worry about."

"Ah you say that lass but who is the one tied up right now?" Hook leaned in close to her face, his lips inches from hers. Her breath hitched in her throat as his lips gently grazed the top of hers. Inside she was screaming to pull away from him somehow but instead she lay there, motionless. Her eyes fluttered shut, expecting him to close the gap between them but was caught off guard when he abruptly pulled away and got off the bed.

"Wh-where are you going?" she questioned as her cheeks flushed red and she tried to catch her breath, angry that he even had the power to leave her stomach in knots.

"Why, would you rather I stay?" A sly smile spread across his face as he let out a small chuckle. She quickly realized he did that to get under her skin, to make her skin burn. To show he had leverage over her.

"You can leave, trust me, I don't care," she spat back. He shrugged his shoulders and opened the door to head back to the deck of the ship.

"Whatever you say. Enjoy the rest of your day, Emma." And just like that she was all alone, tied up, and still trying to control the butterflies in her stomach.

A light knock on the door captured her attention away from her thoughts. "Come in," she said softly, expecting to see her captor enter the room. But she was pleasantly surprised to instead be greeted by a shorter man with a full platter of food.

"Hello there miss, the cap'n wanted me to bring you your dinner," he said sweetly while placing the tray on the bed.

"What, could he not do it himself?"

"He didn't say. I just do what he orders. He also said I can untie you so you can eat, but I have to stay in the room with you."

Emma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine. But just so you know, I'm not gonna run, so you really don't have to stay."

The man began untying the ropes and shook his head. "Sorry ma'am, captain's orders." He freed her wrists from the terrible rope burn she was getting and sat down opposite the bed in one of the chairs. "Just let me know when you're through."

Emma looked down at the tray of food in front of her and was pleasantly shocked at how much he brought for her; along with how appetizing it actually looked. As she began to eat, they sat in complete silence and she could feel the man's eyes on her. She decided to finally break the silence, wanting to escape the awkward tension enveloping the room. "So, what's your name?"

"Smee. William Smee," he replied while beaming at her.

"How long have you been part of the crew?"

"For a long while now. Lost track of exactly how long."

She raised an eyebrow at him while continuing to eat the delicious food on the tray. "Really? Do you like it that much?"

"I wouldn't trade it for the world. Being out at sea 'as always been a dream of mine. Can't see myself doing anything else." His face was gleaming as he began to tell her of some of the adventures he had taken while apart of the crew. Adventures to faraway lands; many she had only heard of through whispers and hearsay in the castle. She was intrigued most by the land they called Neverland; never growing old and being free sounded like heaven to her. As she opened her mouth to ask more about the magical land, Smee noticed Emma had finished eating.

"Oh, I guess I'll be taking that out of yer way now miss," he said while getting up and grabbing the tray. He went to tie the ropes back up but stopped when he noticed the look on her face; her eyes were begging him not to.

"The ropes are incredibly uncomfortable. Can you just leave them off? I promise I won't run."

Smee smiled and put the rope down. "I guess I can just this once. But if the Cap'n asks, you freed yourself."

Emma laughed as he walked towards the doorway. "Thanks for talking with me Smee. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime miss." He nodded his head at her and left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Emma finally decided to get up and roam around the room, looking at the different little treasures and antiques on the shelves. She figured they were things that Hook had acquired during his travels and many of them were actually more beautiful than she would have thought. She found a little box that appeared to be made of gold with delicate engravings along the side. Carefully, she opened the box and music began to erupt from it. She jumped and shut the box quickly, hoping that nobody on the deck heard it. After a few moments of silence she went about her snooping, but was quickly halted when she heard footsteps coming down to the room. She jumped back into the bed and glanced out the window, noticing that night had fallen on them. The door knob turned and the pompous pirate entered, looking over at his bookshelf.

"We're you… up?" he questioned.

She pursed her lips and shook her head. "Nope…"

"I know I heard that music box go off and the only-" His eyes were suddenly drawn to the rope lying on the table. He clenched his fist and snatched it from its place before walking towards the bed. "That bastard didn't listen to me."

She put her hands up to stop him and as he gave her a confused look. "Please don't. The rope is REALLY uncomfortable. I promise I won't run. Just don't tie me up. Please Hook."

Hook scrunched his eyebrows and soon met her pleading eyes. A smile spread across his face and gently grabbed her wrist, running his thumb along the red, irritated skin. Her body shivered at his touch and she mentally slapped herself while turning her gaze away from him. After a moment or two of silence he finally spoke, much more quiet then she anticipated.

"Listen love, as of right now I don't trust you. And I know for a fact you don't trust me. So how about we make a bit of a… compromise," he tied the rope around her wrist, much more loosely than before. "I'll just tie up one hand. And YOU can prove to me that I can actually trust you, by not untying yourself." She was mesmerized by his voice as he tied the knot around her wrist, watching his every motion. All she could do was nod her head in agreement as he attached the other end of the rope to the bed post.

"Now be a good girl and I'll be back in a bit," he whispered before leaving the room. As soon as the door was closed she let out a frustrated groan and stared at her immobilized wrist.

"What the fuck is wrong with me," she said out loud while leaning her head against the wall behind her. She could still feel his light touch on her wrist and she despised that he could make her feel like a giddy little girl. She prided herself on having full self-control of her emotions and feelings, and now a man she had known for less than a day had the ability to break through all of that. And never before had someone had someone been able to turn her into a nervous wreck, make her skin burn with desire with just a touch to her wrist. Before her brain could process anymore, the door flew open again and just like that he was back.

"Well, I guess it's time for bed love," he said while taking off his jacket and placing it on the chair at the table.

"Sorry, I didn't realize that I have a bedtime now," she replied back while rolling her eyes. Hook smirked and sauntered over to her, placing his good hand on the edge of the bed.

"You sleep when I sleep because you're in MY bed, lass."

"I didn't exactly pick where I was sleeping. I'll gladly sleep somewhere else."

"No you won't," he said with a smile. She raised her eyebrows at him, questioning exactly what he meant by this. "Besides, I doubt you want to share a cabin with any of the crew. So, that leaves you here. Don't worry," he leaned in close to her ear, his voice a low whisper, "I don't bite."

Her breath hitched in her throat as she searched for a clever line to throw back in his face. But nothing came out. Hook smiled victoriously and walked over to what appeared to be some sort of a closet. "I'm assuming you don't want to sleep in that dress, so you can wear one of my shirts," he said while tossing one to Emma.

"I'd rather just stay in the dress, thanks," she replied while throwing the shirt back. His lips curled into a half smile and he shrugged, putting it back behind the closet door.

"Whatever you say love." He began to unbutton the shirt he was wearing and Emma quickly glanced away, although her attention was dying to turn back to him and take in his appearance. Hook saw her looking out the window and chuckled while throwing his shirt into the closet and closing the door. Even though she thought she was being conspicuous, he could tell that she would turn to puddy in his hands; something he thought he might have some fun with. He walked over to Emma, who still kept her attention focused out of the window and gave her leg a little tap. "Excuse me princess, could you move over a bit."

Without meeting his gaze, Emma began to move further away from him but was stopped quickly by her wrist that was attached to the bed post. "Well, I would, except YOU tied me up. I can't go any further than this." She slid back over to the right side of the bed and soon found Hook's lips close to her ear.

"Well then," his voice got deep again and he placed his good hand across her chest. "I guess I'll have to sleep on the other side." Slowly, he brought his legs up and straddled her body, hovering slightly and finally tilting her head towards his with his hook. "If that's okay with you, that is," he questioned. All Emma could do was nod her head as her body burned and her cheeks flushed red. He smirked down at her as he turned himself over and laid down beside her. "Good night love," he said while turning to face the wall. Emma was still catching her breath and she sunk down and against the pillow.

"Night," she said softly. She curled into the pillow and slightly smiled to herself.

Maybe this wouldn't be that bad.